CHAPTER THIRTY------- WARNING: Lots of sappy conversations here… bear with
me ^_^;;; I'm a little messed in the head, if you haven't been able to
tell, so this chapter is going to be for those who wanted more romance in
the fic and more ooomph to other romantic-love related things.(Not all
chapters will be this wayyyy!)
Rated PG-13 for…
Usual cursing and such
Disclaimer…
X-Men and X-Evo aren't mine… in fact, this computer isn't even mine!!!
*: From the mind
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Land Far Away
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"The Savage Land…" He whispered. Morph looked at the others. They had to leave as soon as possible… it wasn't a safe place to be in. They were just lucky that they hadn't run into any prehistoric creatures… which Morph KNEW there was.
Day passed… Night came. Remy stood on a ledge, looking at the "beach" and feeling the arctic air enter his senses. The nights were deathly cold, but the days were extremely hot. *"Remy."*
He stopped. He wasn't alone. Was it Emma? What did she want? He closed his eyes. "Let me tell you this… I ain't goin' t' listen."
*"You know… you can't run away forever."*
"What's DAT s'posed t' mean?"
*" You'll find out. Just wait and see."* Her voice slowly disappeared. Remy looked at the campsite. Rogue. Was it Rogue? Was that who he was running away from? Feh. Why would Emma try to help his situation with Rogue? … WAS there a situation with Rogue? Sure, he was falling for her every second they were together… more and more… was it her want for a kiss?
WHY WOULD EMMA TRY TO HELP?
He closed his eyes tightly and faced away. "Damn… … dis is so confusin'…" He slowly opened his eyes. Was it another kiss? Was he running away from the kiss? Yeah right. Not likely. Remy LeBeau would NEVER down a kiss… especially one from the girl he cared for. Wait… … he just did during the day. He said he didn't want to cause pain; complications… Well, dammit… but that couldn't be it. Emma sounded threatening… like…
"Remy?"
He moved his eyes from the ground to his side. Rogue stood. "Chere…"
"What are you doing up? It's late… and dark. I'm surprised I made my way up here without trippin'…"
He was quiet.
She blinked. HIM being quiet? Not even a "You sure you didn't trip?" or a "Go back t' sleep, Chere."
"What's wrong?" She sat down. Remy moved his eyes to her hands. They were ungloved. He sighed and touched them. He was safe. No absorbing. He pulled her closer to him. "Not'ing… err… … Chere, do y' mind stayin' here wit me?"
She smiled softly. "I guess it's alright."
She sat there, hands clasped. The moment was almost perfect, but they knew they wouldn't be in peace… in THAT position forever.
Rogue's eyes opened. She looked at Remy, lying there, his face calm and sound. She sighed deeply and looked at the ground. Bishop was awake, and already communicating with the com-link. They were to leave the beach soon and go back on track on finding Emma. Rogue sighed again, but in despair. All this time… … Remy didn't make a single move on her? She didn't mind, nahh! … … Well… … maybe a little. Maybe she just got used to it! That's it!
Remy opened his eyes, seeing Rogue nose-to-nose with him. He blinked. "I didn't stop breathin' a second ago, did I?"
Rogue backed away. "No… No, you were fine."
He yawned. "Why'd y' get so close to me?"
She grumbled. "We're s'posed to be together, right? Lets starts acting it… I mean… at least HERE we can."
Remy paused. "Uh… hold on, Chere… lemme collect the information I jus' got in m' head."
"Collect? Are you that dumb? Come on! Get a clue!"
He smiled. "Drivin' y' crazy?"
"Hell yeah, you bastard!"
He laughed a little. "Alright, alright. Here." He held her around her waist. "Ready?"
She grumbled. "Duh."
"Alright." He didn't know why… but a strand of doubt was in his mind. Should he kiss her? Was this the time to do it? "Remy!"
They stopped, almost lips touched. Rogue groaned and turned her face away. "Augh… forget it."
"Chere, it's alright. No need t' get all wound up 'bout it." He looked down from the ledge. "What up, Bishop?"
"I got a hold of Xavier. He's going to come and bring us back. Morph described the coordinates perfectly… Xavier is familiar with this area too, so he'll be here shortly."
Rogue folded her arms. "Hey, how come we can't use our mutant powers here?"
"Well… why is there a tropical area in Antarctica?"
"Touché."
Remy frowned. Was he wussing out or something? He had three whole days with the girl he lo… err… the girl he cares for and didn't make a move. What was wrong with him? He could just see what was going to happen in the future: he and Rogue arguing about their relationship. He didn't want that… but what was up with that encounter he had with Emma?
Dammit, why was life so complicated? He used to have it so easy, so simple. He liked it that way… no. He couldn't think about this. He had to make sure Rogue wasn't mad at him. That's right! He looked at her. She already climbed down the ledge and met with Kitty and Betsy. Pietro stood by the com-link with Bishop, and Morph remained looking at the surroundings, as if he was trying to keep a memo of what was the environment. Strange people. How the heck did he get caught up with them?
He stood up and soon enough a new jet came. Xavier had already arrived?
The seven got in the jet, Morph soon talking to Xavier about the "Savage Land." Pietro just looked out the window, Kitty Betsy and Rogue were happy to have warm blankets. Remy closed his eyes.
Now that they were all safe… they had to make sure their other friend was too… Vincent. Suddenly, Remy felt selfish. It seemed like forever since he wondered about Vincent. Sheesh… and Vincent was a friend. How could he exclude his friend from his thoughts like that? For all he knew, Vincent could be dead. *Sorry, mon ami.* He thought. *We'll get y' back. Promise.*
"Not ONE freaking kiss???"
"Shhh! Kitty… c'mon! He's right there!" She placed her gloved hand over Kitty's mouth. "Whoops… sorry."
Rogue removed the hand. "Who am I kidding? Jesus… I don't even know why the hell I'm thinking about this crap."
Betsy smiled. "That's what love does. Take me and MY boyfriend."
Kitty blinked. "Meh?"
"What? You don't think I have a boyfriend?"
"Uh… is THAT why you spent hours on the phone when you were at the mansion?" Kitty smiled.
Betsy giggled. "Only when YOU weren't talking to… was Lance the name?"
Kitty blushed. "Shhh!"
Rogue rose an eyebrow. "Who is your boyfriend, Bets?"
"Warren."
"WARREN???"
"Warren." Betsy smiled. "That Angel…"
Rogue laughed a little. "God.. look at me now. I'm gawking and talking about men. I'm really pathetic."
Kitty winked. "Not as pathetic as you sounded when you started talking about a kiss!"
Rogue blushed and looked away. "Shut-up." She looked at her lap. They DID kiss… that one time when Emma was attacking her… even tough Remy was knocked out… … it was nice… for the most part. Just as long as you block out the knockout.
At least Remy didn't mind…. But… that kiss had feeling. Rogue smiled. Maybe the only kisses she was to receive were to have feeling… augh. There she goes again. Damn kisses! Damn Remy! Damn! Damn! Damn! She shook the thoughts away.
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*"Land. Land far away. Land where no one will find me. Land where no sunlight can confine me. Dark. Dark upon the land. Dark where I can live, strive, and be free. Land where I can fulfil my destiny. Land. Dark. Shade."* She opened her eyes.
*"Golem… your doll is almost done."* She smiled sweetly.
Vincent was exhausted. He had been trying to leave so many times… he had been pounding on that blue bubble for hours… it seemed like a useless and moronic effort. "Emma…?"
*"Yes?"*
"Why don't you speak with your mouth?"
She paused and looked at the ground. *"No need to. I have a mind to do that for me. My mouth can remain closed."*
"Do you eat?"
*"Yes…"*
"Emma, are you not human?"
She laughed. *"Stupid Child, you know nothing. The people in the asylum could EASILY answer that for you."*
"Emma, don't punish us for what your family and the doctors did to you…"
*"The voices, stupid child. The voices. They were not family. They were not always doctors. They were HUMANS, from elsewhere… where they couldn't keep their damn thoughts to themselves."*
"Emma…"
*"Land."*
"… What?"
*"Land far away."*
He blinked. Emma had a thing for reciting poems… why? He didn't know. Obviously, he couldn't ask her. She began chanting the words over and over. Vincent closed his eyes… he began to recite the one he knew… the one he surely learned from Emma long ago. Night. But… wait… Night… Land… The two verses threaded together like a song.
He stopped. She continued. His heart began to slowly beat. What was this? He looked at the ground to see another row of dolls… six others. She wasn't going to stop… but he couldn't give up. He couldn't! Emma was human! He had to tell her that! He had to make her believe!
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^_^;;; Once again, I apologize for the sappiness!!! Hopefully, I'm coming to a close… so get your gear ready peeps! ~_^
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: SMALL LIGHT
Rated PG-13 for…
Usual cursing and such
Disclaimer…
X-Men and X-Evo aren't mine… in fact, this computer isn't even mine!!!
*: From the mind
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Land Far Away
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The Savage Land…" He whispered. Morph looked at the others. They had to leave as soon as possible… it wasn't a safe place to be in. They were just lucky that they hadn't run into any prehistoric creatures… which Morph KNEW there was.
Day passed… Night came. Remy stood on a ledge, looking at the "beach" and feeling the arctic air enter his senses. The nights were deathly cold, but the days were extremely hot. *"Remy."*
He stopped. He wasn't alone. Was it Emma? What did she want? He closed his eyes. "Let me tell you this… I ain't goin' t' listen."
*"You know… you can't run away forever."*
"What's DAT s'posed t' mean?"
*" You'll find out. Just wait and see."* Her voice slowly disappeared. Remy looked at the campsite. Rogue. Was it Rogue? Was that who he was running away from? Feh. Why would Emma try to help his situation with Rogue? … WAS there a situation with Rogue? Sure, he was falling for her every second they were together… more and more… was it her want for a kiss?
WHY WOULD EMMA TRY TO HELP?
He closed his eyes tightly and faced away. "Damn… … dis is so confusin'…" He slowly opened his eyes. Was it another kiss? Was he running away from the kiss? Yeah right. Not likely. Remy LeBeau would NEVER down a kiss… especially one from the girl he cared for. Wait… … he just did during the day. He said he didn't want to cause pain; complications… Well, dammit… but that couldn't be it. Emma sounded threatening… like…
"Remy?"
He moved his eyes from the ground to his side. Rogue stood. "Chere…"
"What are you doing up? It's late… and dark. I'm surprised I made my way up here without trippin'…"
He was quiet.
She blinked. HIM being quiet? Not even a "You sure you didn't trip?" or a "Go back t' sleep, Chere."
"What's wrong?" She sat down. Remy moved his eyes to her hands. They were ungloved. He sighed and touched them. He was safe. No absorbing. He pulled her closer to him. "Not'ing… err… … Chere, do y' mind stayin' here wit me?"
She smiled softly. "I guess it's alright."
She sat there, hands clasped. The moment was almost perfect, but they knew they wouldn't be in peace… in THAT position forever.
Rogue's eyes opened. She looked at Remy, lying there, his face calm and sound. She sighed deeply and looked at the ground. Bishop was awake, and already communicating with the com-link. They were to leave the beach soon and go back on track on finding Emma. Rogue sighed again, but in despair. All this time… … Remy didn't make a single move on her? She didn't mind, nahh! … … Well… … maybe a little. Maybe she just got used to it! That's it!
Remy opened his eyes, seeing Rogue nose-to-nose with him. He blinked. "I didn't stop breathin' a second ago, did I?"
Rogue backed away. "No… No, you were fine."
He yawned. "Why'd y' get so close to me?"
She grumbled. "We're s'posed to be together, right? Lets starts acting it… I mean… at least HERE we can."
Remy paused. "Uh… hold on, Chere… lemme collect the information I jus' got in m' head."
"Collect? Are you that dumb? Come on! Get a clue!"
He smiled. "Drivin' y' crazy?"
"Hell yeah, you bastard!"
He laughed a little. "Alright, alright. Here." He held her around her waist. "Ready?"
She grumbled. "Duh."
"Alright." He didn't know why… but a strand of doubt was in his mind. Should he kiss her? Was this the time to do it? "Remy!"
They stopped, almost lips touched. Rogue groaned and turned her face away. "Augh… forget it."
"Chere, it's alright. No need t' get all wound up 'bout it." He looked down from the ledge. "What up, Bishop?"
"I got a hold of Xavier. He's going to come and bring us back. Morph described the coordinates perfectly… Xavier is familiar with this area too, so he'll be here shortly."
Rogue folded her arms. "Hey, how come we can't use our mutant powers here?"
"Well… why is there a tropical area in Antarctica?"
"Touché."
Remy frowned. Was he wussing out or something? He had three whole days with the girl he lo… err… the girl he cares for and didn't make a move. What was wrong with him? He could just see what was going to happen in the future: he and Rogue arguing about their relationship. He didn't want that… but what was up with that encounter he had with Emma?
Dammit, why was life so complicated? He used to have it so easy, so simple. He liked it that way… no. He couldn't think about this. He had to make sure Rogue wasn't mad at him. That's right! He looked at her. She already climbed down the ledge and met with Kitty and Betsy. Pietro stood by the com-link with Bishop, and Morph remained looking at the surroundings, as if he was trying to keep a memo of what was the environment. Strange people. How the heck did he get caught up with them?
He stood up and soon enough a new jet came. Xavier had already arrived?
The seven got in the jet, Morph soon talking to Xavier about the "Savage Land." Pietro just looked out the window, Kitty Betsy and Rogue were happy to have warm blankets. Remy closed his eyes.
Now that they were all safe… they had to make sure their other friend was too… Vincent. Suddenly, Remy felt selfish. It seemed like forever since he wondered about Vincent. Sheesh… and Vincent was a friend. How could he exclude his friend from his thoughts like that? For all he knew, Vincent could be dead. *Sorry, mon ami.* He thought. *We'll get y' back. Promise.*
"Not ONE freaking kiss???"
"Shhh! Kitty… c'mon! He's right there!" She placed her gloved hand over Kitty's mouth. "Whoops… sorry."
Rogue removed the hand. "Who am I kidding? Jesus… I don't even know why the hell I'm thinking about this crap."
Betsy smiled. "That's what love does. Take me and MY boyfriend."
Kitty blinked. "Meh?"
"What? You don't think I have a boyfriend?"
"Uh… is THAT why you spent hours on the phone when you were at the mansion?" Kitty smiled.
Betsy giggled. "Only when YOU weren't talking to… was Lance the name?"
Kitty blushed. "Shhh!"
Rogue rose an eyebrow. "Who is your boyfriend, Bets?"
"Warren."
"WARREN???"
"Warren." Betsy smiled. "That Angel…"
Rogue laughed a little. "God.. look at me now. I'm gawking and talking about men. I'm really pathetic."
Kitty winked. "Not as pathetic as you sounded when you started talking about a kiss!"
Rogue blushed and looked away. "Shut-up." She looked at her lap. They DID kiss… that one time when Emma was attacking her… even tough Remy was knocked out… … it was nice… for the most part. Just as long as you block out the knockout.
At least Remy didn't mind…. But… that kiss had feeling. Rogue smiled. Maybe the only kisses she was to receive were to have feeling… augh. There she goes again. Damn kisses! Damn Remy! Damn! Damn! Damn! She shook the thoughts away.
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*"Land. Land far away. Land where no one will find me. Land where no sunlight can confine me. Dark. Dark upon the land. Dark where I can live, strive, and be free. Land where I can fulfil my destiny. Land. Dark. Shade."* She opened her eyes.
*"Golem… your doll is almost done."* She smiled sweetly.
Vincent was exhausted. He had been trying to leave so many times… he had been pounding on that blue bubble for hours… it seemed like a useless and moronic effort. "Emma…?"
*"Yes?"*
"Why don't you speak with your mouth?"
She paused and looked at the ground. *"No need to. I have a mind to do that for me. My mouth can remain closed."*
"Do you eat?"
*"Yes…"*
"Emma, are you not human?"
She laughed. *"Stupid Child, you know nothing. The people in the asylum could EASILY answer that for you."*
"Emma, don't punish us for what your family and the doctors did to you…"
*"The voices, stupid child. The voices. They were not family. They were not always doctors. They were HUMANS, from elsewhere… where they couldn't keep their damn thoughts to themselves."*
"Emma…"
*"Land."*
"… What?"
*"Land far away."*
He blinked. Emma had a thing for reciting poems… why? He didn't know. Obviously, he couldn't ask her. She began chanting the words over and over. Vincent closed his eyes… he began to recite the one he knew… the one he surely learned from Emma long ago. Night. But… wait… Night… Land… The two verses threaded together like a song.
He stopped. She continued. His heart began to slowly beat. What was this? He looked at the ground to see another row of dolls… six others. She wasn't going to stop… but he couldn't give up. He couldn't! Emma was human! He had to tell her that! He had to make her believe!
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^_^;;; Once again, I apologize for the sappiness!!! Hopefully, I'm coming to a close… so get your gear ready peeps! ~_^
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: SMALL LIGHT